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                                                              A.H.    would He let them taint his perfect country?                                                            never a child, hiding looking through barbed hooks on torture stringed fences       watching a family here a family there while Devil dogs snarl with bloodlustfangs restrained and led by a greater     Evil              as more souls trip off of the train and into the end’s beginning and now all                   crying, screaming, scattered.                                                      pulled here, dragged there, left nowhere. The child

 Somewhere in the hours of darkness that stole by almost imperceptibly, of a nameless time in an indescribable place, a pure and wholesome sound echoed where naught a soul or essence was there to hark upon it...except one.  That is, this essence or soul was there to hear it, but one could watch it also; watch it and feel it flow and sweep through them like the white foam in the waves of the sea. This sound could be indescribably described as a lullaby. This lullaby was not used to call upon sleep on nights when the despair pounces and havocs upon you like a wolf upon a sheep, but for recollection. Yet, one must know the nature of the sea to f